Until tomorrow, the last day of school starts, I will find Xiaorou from the Ruan family and figure out all the exercises I don’t know at once.

Isn't this homework done?

Thinking of this, Chen Du became motivated again. He spent another hour roughly sorting out the entire first-year junior high school mathematics.

Look at the wall clock hanging on the wall. The hour hand above is about to reach the ninth position. Thinking about the depth of getting up early tomorrow morning, I endure the idea of ​​looking at Chinese again, spreading out the towel and quilt, and instantly entering my dream.

That night, he had a very strange dream.

He dreamed of meeting Ruan Rou this morning.

However, in the dream, no one stopped him from scolding him for "annoyance" and "fuck".

Then, he saw that the black Ruan Rou cried and her eyes were red, and his fierce mother was so fierce that she was so embarrassed that she left countless marks on his neck and shoulders.

In that dream, all this was not finished.

In order to block these embarrassing marks, Chen Du put on his autumn uniform in advance when school started.

But who would have thought that he had found his mortal enemy in the school. When the two of them were fighting in the green belt outside the school, their collars were pulled open.

A group of bad boys from the 14th Five-Year Plan saw these misunderstood scratches.

In just one class, the news spread throughout the 204 Middle School that Chen Du and the woman had a fight.

Then, the dream gradually blurred. Chen Du only remembered that after school, a dark girl walked beside him. Behind them, behind the holly tree, there were a lot of students from Class 8 who were not against him.

No need to think about what he will face in the future.

He was so anxious that he had been outside this dream, looking at the depth of all this from the perspective of the bystander, and shouted: "It's not her!"

He kicked his legs suddenly...

‘Gudong’

Falling off the bed.

“Huhhhh…”

What caught my eye was the familiar small living room and the cold sweat that touched and ended up.

Shen Du slowly got up from the edge of the bed and looked up at the time of the wall clock.

Four o'clock in the morning.

The time is just right.

Perhaps because Chen Du's shout was so loud that there was a slight noise in the main house.

After muttering a few times, "It's my son who went to the morning market, and I can sleep for a while."... I finally fell silent again.

Seeing that his parents didn't come out to ask him about more things, Chen Du breathed a sigh of relief.

He held a ceramic basin with red flowers on white background, drooped the towel of the production model issued by the Beijing North Embroidery Factory, headed straight to the faucet in the slums, and rushed under the water pipe.

The cold tap water flowed down from the top of his head, causing the chaos and confusion that Shen Du had just woken up to get out of bed.

At this time, he was sure that everything that the power that had always interfered with him yesterday should have been done by kindness.

And it is very likely that the implementer of that power can see his future.

Oh.

Have you encountered an adventure?

Chen Du thought that when he was about to fight for poverty in his life, an inexplicable help appeared in front of him.

Does this mean...

"I still have hope in my life?"

Use a towel to wipe the water on your head and face to dry it to the depth, and it is inexplicably full of strength.

A tiny fluorescence appeared in the future when he was in a daze. For those who were about to give up hope, it was equivalent to a guide light and a god and Buddha who saved the world.

Since God is so will, he must cheer up, wait for the power to come again, and see what his life will be changed into.

He had become energetic and took out the small three-wheeled round that he had been with him for many years. He stepped on the fast pace of breaking up and rode straight out of Liulichang, and rode over to the morning town of the bungalow near Laochangdian.

It only takes five minutes to ride from their home to the Changdian Morning Market.

It is because they are old neighbors nearby who are all well-knowing families. Only by being fourteen years old can they find a job to help in the morning market.

People didn't treat him harshly, but they just helped look at the stall when they were stocking up. When nearby residents came to buy groceries, they were responsible for retail.

If you really can't get busy, sometimes you can ask him to give me some real information.

But there are also flatbed cars and small carts to assist.

As for the salary you help here.

In order not to let people catch the handle, he and the owner of the vegetable shop deducted vegetables, fruits, and seasonal goods sold at their stalls every day.

At most, at the end of the month, the boss will pack a blue bill, which is considered a full attendance fee that is not enough to be spent every day.

Therefore, when Zishendu came over on a three-wheeled wheel, the morning market where the lights were still lit, he greeted him with warm heart.

"Great! Come!"

"Come here, uncle can have a few bites."

Don’t think that you make a lot of money by doing wholesale vegetables in Beijing.

But the suffering they suffered was also more than that of vegetable farmers in the suburbs.

Because of the relatively high prices in the city, these small businessmen who make some profits and sell hard are more careful in their budgets.

If it weren't for the fact that some cheap bungalows and slums in the alley where Chen Du lived, the rent of the houses in this city would be enough to discourage these second-hand dealers from other places.

Changdian will also be like a cy area with rapid development. In the end, there will be no open-air morning market, so everyone has to go to a fully closed and more advanced planned market to buy a pound of high-priced vegetables that cost several cents more.

Therefore, Shen Du has an inexplicable sense of identity in this market.

Because like his family, they are all struggling to survive frugality.

It's like now, they can call him over without any concern and share with their family a pot of white porridge sitting on the stove.

Don't worry that the city boys living in the center of Beijing will become angry and embarrassed.

The boss who knew that the vegetable market was so kind that he lived up to his gratitude.

He sat next to the family without any hesitation, opened the insulation bucket he brought with him after getting off the car, and handed it to the boss's wife who was standing next to the big pot.

This woman from Dongshan Province is really a real person.

Before I even put my own children's porridge, I gave the scoop of the sanitary soup first.

The white porridge in the pot was made in a hurry and cooked to fill the stomach.

In order to achieve quick results, there are not many grains of rice, but there are a lot of clear water.
Chapter completed!